I tell the cab driver to stop in front of the Bistro, grab my worn Fischer bag, and hurry inside. No CC? I tell the lemurs that they can start the party.

I empty a can of tennis balls and fill it with ILC's mac and cheese, the best in Bistro City. I leave a few boxes of mangoes for the lemurs, fill my Fischer bag with bottles of Stolichnaya, and head back to my cab.

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"The illusion which exalts us is dearer to us than ten thousand truths."
Pushkin

The sign says that today's special is ILC's tian d'aubergines. The lemur notices the sign and yells, "Any tian d'aubergines left?" There is laughter upstairs.

Sentinel yells down to the bar, where the lemur and I are downing Stolichnaya and Heering Cherry Liqueur drinks. "Looking for the tian d'aubergines, Bulgakov? It's too late! LPV and I finished it off while watching a Baghdatis match with Malakas."

Malakas, now enjoying some pickled herring on the pool-side deck, takes her drink and heads back to the television lounge.

She passes the lemur and me, drinking and playing chess at the bar, on her way back to the upstairs lounge. We wave to her; she waves back.

The sound of miniature helicopters descend from the ceiling fan. Miniature ceiling fan blades support the balsa helicopters, which carry servings of tian d'aubergines to the bar. The lemur and I look up and thank Dedans and ILC.

After finishing our drinks and ILC's special, the lemur and I decide to grab CC and Fee's office chairs for a race down Bistro Hill into the Bistro City Harbour. The chairs were fast, but who knew that they wouldn't float? We race back to the bar and erase the surveillance footage.

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"The illusion which exalts us is dearer to us than ten thousand truths."
Pushkin